Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The sudden sound of this voice calmed down the chaotic scene that had been taking place in the living room for a while now. All of them looked toward the door, where they saw Fu Jingheng standing in a beautifully tailored suit. He didn’t speak, but his cold eyes scanned the entire room. His powerful aura immediately made him the alpha of this space.
Fu Jingheng took in everyone’s expressions after seeing him. There was awe, dislike, wariness, and, of course, affection.
“Jingheng, why are you back?” Upon seeing his youngest son returning, Young Master Fu broke the silence with a smile of joy on his face.
Fu Jingheng had a black coat hung on his arm as he calmly walked over to Old Master Fu. He nodded at him and said, “Dad, today is family meal day. I’d promised you before that I would come back today, so I wasn’t going to break my promise.”
Although the Fu family’s background was complicated, there had always been a traditional rule. The family members were all in different industries, and they were usually very busy. It was normal for them not to see each other for a month or two, so, at some point in time, it was determined that the 28th day of each month would be a family meal day, and every family member must be present unless there was an urgent reason for not being able to come.
“Where’s my sister? She’s not coming back today?” Fu Jingheng paused and asked.
“Your sister called yesterday and said that there was a new case in front of her team. As a forensic doctor, she can’t spare the time.” Old Master Fu waved his hand. “Speaking of which, I haven’t seen her for a month or two either.”
Fu Jingheng didn’t say much about that. He turned to look at Fu Miancheng and his wife, who were still arguing, and called out nonchalantly, “Big brother, sister-in-law…”
Zhuang Lan glanced at Fu Jingheng, and, completely devoid of the arrogance she exhibited when quarreling with Fu Miancheng, she sat back and regarded him with a quizzical expression.
Strange to say, Fu Jingheng had almost a magical existence in the Fu family. Although he was obviously the youngest brother, his personality was assertive and calm. He didn’t like being too close to people. At home, he was courteous and civil enough, but even so Zhuang Lan and her son were apprehensive of him.
“Third brother, long time, no see.” Fu Miancheng’s voice came from deep in his throat. He really didn’t like this half-brother too much. He was cunning, calculating, and gloomy. He often couldn’t understand him. However, he was also deeply loved by their father, so he had to give him respect and be courteous.
“I haven’t seen you for quite some time, eldest brother. How have you been, eldest brother?”
“I’ve been doing pretty well, but I have to thank you for your help in settling the matter of Xiao’er calling off his marriage.”
“You’re too courteous. Fu Xiao is my nephew, and it’s only natural that I would help him, but…you all should remember that the Nan family isn’t to be trifled with. Not to mention President Nan, but even Nan Mo, the younger brother of the Nan family, is also difficult to deal with. As for the older brother, we’ve already gotten the message regarding Mingdong’s cooperation project.”
After hearing all this, Fu Miancheng raised his eyebrows. Fu Jingheng was right. It naturally wouldn’t have been easy for the Nan family to remain in second place on the Luo City’s Fortune List for so many years. The matter regarding the Mingdong cooperation project was clearly their revenge for their sister, yet his “dear wife” was still lambasting and blabbering on here.
Presumably, this was probably also what Fu Jingheng was hinting at.
Upon seeing the two brothers exchanging a round of pleasantries, a gleam of light flashed through Old Master Fu’s old eyes. He slowly got up and said in a timely manner, “Well, now that everyone is here today, don’t all gather in here. Let’s go to the dining room to eat!”